You excite me,
Entrance me with your flattery
and I wonder...
Am I falling in love?
And then I find myself
Dreading things to come.
Afraid of Something serious.
Afraid of becoming bound.
So I push you away,
And know you'll come back.
Ask me if I'm falling
and I reply
I just don't know.
Then you show something
I've struggled to grasp for a while.
Relaxation, No pressure, No ties.
And I know I won't worry for you.
Ask me if I'm falling
and I reply
I think so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem